Jun 29, 2017
Above and below, the Punks tread quietly over freshly mopped floors, of this tepid isle. careful not to wake the warehouse operative next door. There are thin walls In my kitchen, (If only we could) Rekindle and Rekindle. diminish me not with language but rekindle me. When you moved me, I stressed to you that the seventeen newly emboldened horses corralled in my unfurnished studio apartment, urgent restless simple and taut, whose hooves arpeggiate against the cold laminate at two hundred and twenty bpm, cannot be reasoned with . you must not have heard me